Words can heal, So can it hurt. Sometimes the word uttered Can deep inside Make the wound- And the wound never heals… Each time you touch You feel it's sore! It's like a nail pierced wood, Even if the nail is removed The scar remains… Many a times that word is said- Thoughtless and with insignificance- But the impact on listener Is deep and hard… The grandma's who sob Even in their twilight On that trivial word uttered To her in her youth… People burn in those words… Word can heal too, And more can a touch. Life is too short to remember the wounds, It's time to get ready to be healed, Self-heal, stop touching the wound But assure yourself how good you are, Look in to yourself, And how grateful you need to be - To be alive. This moment matters… How will you make memories When you stopped living Long ago when you were wounded? You are refusing yourself And the people around The experience of mesmer. Some things can't be changed, This moment ...